The pain runs vertical thick rain
if you’re going somewhere
first you have to stand upright
a bladder can only hold two cups
the way a migraine cups a brain
some rain tries to hold your hand
while you run on ahead
but you forgot to close off
the first line of escape
when you made that promise
not to return or be
sent back to the old
earth outlines complicit
fields of chalky veins
where statues also ran.
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